*A/N This is the first thing I've ever written. I know you've read this a million times before, but I just wanted to try something. I don't own Friends or it's cast, nor Barry Manilow.

"My mother's right. I'm never gonna get married" Monica said, bitterly. She fixed her dress, and stared at her drink. She looked like a little girl trying so hard not to cry.

"You know what, that is...Who wouldn't want you?" Chandler struggled out, his hand on her shoulder. He'd never really been good at making people feel better. That was Monica's thing.

"Please, I'm a single mom with a 30 year old son!" She proclaimed lifting up her glass, looking far more determined to end up passed out on her bed than He'd ever seen her before.

"Come on Mon. Don't do this to yourself." He mumbled, trying to avoid a situation.

"I just really need to feel some happiness right now" She replied, heading to the bar.

"Wait, wait. Have you seen any of London yet?" Chandler said, reaching for some shred of the Mon that had to be the first awake the next morning, to yell at some unsuspecting caterers. "Let's go for a walk, alright?"

"This late?"

"If you promise to keep us safe?"

"You don't have to." she whispered "I'm fine."

"Please, I need to get away from your soulless family"

"Alright, I have to be up really early tomorrow, though." She grudgingly accepted.

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"Leather pants? Why would she want leather pants? Who is she, Tom Jones?"Chandler asked. They were heading down the Westminster Pier, slowly working off the stress of the past few days.

"Well, she always wanted to play a rock concert. We thought it would be best not to get stuff for the babies, since she isn't taking care of them." Monica retorted, with a giggle.

"I guess that makes sense." He replied, sitting down on a bench overlooking the River Thames.

She sat down next to him, and sighed. She was shivering, so he moved his arm around her, and brought her near his chest. They sat there, in a comfortable silence, for almost 5 minutes.

"Do you believe in soul mates?" she asked shakily."Like, do you think there's just one person out there, who's the missing piece, and if you let them go, it's just gone forever?"

He was silent for a few minutes.

Then he said "I don't know... I think it's more statistical than that. Like, there are 7 billion people on the planet, so if you had a 1 in a million shot, there would still be 7 thousand people out there who would work for you. I guess realistically, it depends on how weird your fetishes are"

Monica punched him in the ribs. "Ow! What was that for?"

"Can you be serious for a moment?"

"I was being serious!" He cried in indignation. He was clearly uncomfortable with the situation."Do you?"

"Maybe. I just can't get it out of my head that with my entire history, no one clicked. With my luck I probably clicked with Richard, and Pete, and I just let them go."

"Don't say that. If it means that much to you, you'll find someone."

"You really think so?" She looked up into his eyes, welling up from exhaustion and helplessness.

"Absolutely. You were the most beautiful woman in the room tonight."

"Really?"

"Yeah. You're the most beautiful woman in most rooms, you-" She reached up and kissed him hard.

He was taken aback, but slowly kissed back softly. They moved carefully, not wanting to break the moment, with enough passion to light a fire.

Monica pulled away slowly, and leaned her forehead against his. They breathed in perfect harmony for a few moments.

"Wow." Chandler sighed, almost reverentially, staring straight into her eyes.

"You wanna go back?"Monica grinned, holding out her hand.

"Okay!" He exclaimed, letting himself be pulled back to a cab.

"We'll just go on burnin' bright, somewhere in the night."